If you were mine I’d wake you up with flowers every morning I’d kiss you all over like it’s the first time I’d pull you closer and whisper how beautiful you are. If you were mine You’d never hurt again, there’d be no more tears to cry This time, you’d be happier, with… Continue reading The Romantic
Hacos is a town that sits in the middle of a deserted emplacement, surrounded by thick layers of unattended turfs, built inside a dilapidated stone wall. The cracks on the wall told stories from a thousand years ago, the burned down structures symbolised defeat. The place was empty when I arrived, the mad silence permeated… Continue reading My World In Chaos
When the branches of my existence perish, when the roots of my lifetime withered away, when I leave this world for the other side, who would keep me in their hearts? Who would reminisce the memories I lived? Did I do enough to be remembered? When I travel the lonely road of great divide, turning… Continue reading Memori Morti
This world is still filled with good people, there is still hope for all of us, humanity still has a chance. Why? I met an Indian woman on the way home today, she got out from a red Chevy pick-up, she was wearing a red dress as bright as her smile, carrying a container of… Continue reading The Cat Lady
Darlings!!!! Do you still remember me? Do you still know who I am? The weird writer who talks too much, worries too much, the one who thinks she's a loser, the cat lover who's eccentric ways offends people, familiar? I hope you still know who I am, I have been away for so long and… Continue reading Did You Miss Me?
Pen and paper. Heartbreaks and promises. Hatred and rainbows. Revenge and chaos. Love and madness. I am Ragazza Triste, a writer, a lover, a sad girl cloistered in my own private bubble. My fragile heart is a caddy of different stories and secrets. My mind is a mercurial chamber of mystic and wonder. My writings… Continue reading The Book Of Sorrow
His heart was broken a few times before Promised not to love again, shut himself out Found peace in solitude, in his four-walled sanctum. Made music out of misery Painted pictures of atonement His ink bled no second chances Stone cold heart, reeks of loneliness Conquered by defiance Solemn face, aged by pride.
I catalyzed a deceitful identity to be an instrument of revenge, a fictitious personality made to hunt and destroy. I had one purpose; To bring havoc and annihilation. My mission was meticulously planned, there would be no trace, no clues, no mistakes, no breadcrumbs. Your destruction was the only vestige left of my existence. I… Continue reading The Lunar Curse
I wrote this letter to apologise. This is not an elaborate ploy or a frolic alibi. I need to get this off of my chest, not because of guilt or contrition, but because you deserve it. I might have hurt you in the past, unintentionally, I might have said something offensive and judgmental, I was… Continue reading Bees and Clover